— CM Evans
i called the time of my father’s death
now i remember it every april 22nd
the moment is in the morning
looking clear but it also might rain
there’s a strong breeze flying clouds
.
i’m the clock with a brain and eyes
noting how his last breaths go in and out
his pursed lips as if he were taking air
under water through a reed
each breath a little less and a little less
to the point where i had to lean over
and listen & listen all receding into silence
then nothing how could he be so still
.
later we had a wake and cut slices of cake
there were sunflowers
he loved sunflowers
i never knew
there was much about him
i never knew
.
we flow from moment to moment
in this life like we are fixed here